JACK C. RICHARDSON, LT, USN

Jack Richardson '19

Lucky Bag

Jack Carpenter Richardson

Berkeley, California

"OH, there's that nice Mr. Richardson! Will you bring him around? I have something awful important to tell him." You fall, haul up the object of such frank interest, and for your pains are thenceforth sans femme. But don't blame Jack; he has to go to hops to give the girls a goodtime, and if they enjoy it more than you do—well, you ought to be glad you aren't absolutely tongue-tied and club-footed. They all know Jack, for there ain't no man living what can pass him on the ballroom floor.

When Jack starts to step, open-close, puts on that greasy grin, and starts his line of bum puns—well, he is too adorable for anything. He and his partner in crime, Willie Sample, manage to fuss everywhere, even in that town, which is saying a lot.

Jack has put up a stiff fight with Red Waller and Late-Blast Harry to carry off the Anchor honors, but he has managed to get through somehow without much worrying, for worry isn't in his make-up. Also he has run Rockey a close race for being the last man to formations on all occasions.

Did you ever notice the angle at which he wears his cap? Jack is non-reg, not quite seriously, but just pleasantly so. When Richardson got frapped down for nonreg shoes, he explained to Max that it was all very much of a mistake. He meant to have the shoes in his laundry bag instead of under the bed.

"Say, Bill, I guess we had better go over to Chapel instead of going out in town to church this morning. You know she said they were coming in for Chapel."

Honors: Buzzard; Hop Committee 3, 1; Chairman 1.

The Class of 1919 was graduated on June 6, 1918 due to World War I. The entirety of 2nd class (junior) year was removed from the curriculum.

Jack Carpenter Richardson

Berkeley, California

"OH, there's that nice Mr. Richardson! Will you bring him around? I have something awful important to tell him." You fall, haul up the object of such frank interest, and for your pains are thenceforth sans femme. But don't blame Jack; he has to go to hops to give the girls a goodtime, and if they enjoy it more than you do—well, you ought to be glad you aren't absolutely tongue-tied and club-footed. They all know Jack, for there ain't no man living what can pass him on the ballroom floor.

When Jack starts to step, open-close, puts on that greasy grin, and starts his line of bum puns—well, he is too adorable for anything. He and his partner in crime, Willie Sample, manage to fuss everywhere, even in that town, which is saying a lot.

Jack has put up a stiff fight with Red Waller and Late-Blast Harry to carry off the Anchor honors, but he has managed to get through somehow without much worrying, for worry isn't in his make-up. Also he has run Rockey a close race for being the last man to formations on all occasions.

Did you ever notice the angle at which he wears his cap? Jack is non-reg, not quite seriously, but just pleasantly so. When Richardson got frapped down for nonreg shoes, he explained to Max that it was all very much of a mistake. He meant to have the shoes in his laundry bag instead of under the bed.

"Say, Bill, I guess we had better go over to Chapel instead of going out in town to church this morning. You know she said they were coming in for Chapel."

Honors: Buzzard; Hop Committee 3, 1; Chairman 1.

The Class of 1919 was graduated on June 6, 1918 due to World War I. The entirety of 2nd class (junior) year was removed from the curriculum.

Loss

Lieut. Richardson of scouting squadron number 2 NAS, San Diego, was killed in the line of duty at the emergency landing field near Oceanside as the plane crashed having struck high tension wires during a landing attempt. Chief Machinist Mate Clarence Frank Glazener died at the same time.

Lieut. Richardson was a qualified pilot of both lighter and heavier than air craft and a qualified submarine commander.

He was survived by his wife Anna, and daughter Barbara.

Jack is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

Career

Jack was included in this photograph of the airship USS Los Angeles (ZR 3) circa 1928: